Dangerous Minds Page #4

"Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man

"Play a song for me

In the jingle-jangle morning

I'll come following you"

- Good.

- All right.

- Yes.

- What does that mean?

What do you think it means?

What, some guy's

got a tambourine...

and this other guy wants him to

play it 'cause he can't sleep.

- Okay.

- Yeah, but how come he want

to play the tambourine?

Don't he got a radio or somethin'?

You know what I'm sayin'?

Well, you kn... That's a good point.

I mean, i-i-it's... it's a weird choice.

So, what if I told you

that Mr. Tambourine Man...

is a code name?

- A code name for what?

- James Bond.

- A drug dealer.

- Is it?

Well, a lot of people think so.

You know, this song is from the '60s,

when you couldn't sing about drugs,

so they had to make up codes.

So what was the code?

What does "Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man

Play a song for me" mean?

- Well, you figure...

- "Play a song for me"

means "give me the stuff."

Yeah, it's like that n*gger

been out drinkin' all night

and smokin' some sh*t...

and everybody broke out on his ass,

you know what I'm sayin'?

And he's high... he's still high,

but he's kinda low and shaky.

You know..."jingle-jangle."

Yeah, and he needs something,

like a big hit of crack

or cocaine and sh*t.

He's crazy, okay?

So, what do you think, Emilio?

Do you think that Raul is right?

- All right, it's too

personal to discuss.

- What?

You mean you choose not to

participate in the discussion?

- Boy's too slick.

- Not about somethin' so personal.

Wanna draw for it?

What?

High card, you don't have to

discuss anything.

Why do I gotta draw for it?

That's the way it is now.

Listen to this.

Name one of the most influential

presidents of the 20th century.

- Roosevelt.

- Simple, right?

Wrong.

A history teacher's nightmare.

How about Snoop Doggy Dogg

for an answer?

Joe Montana. Winston Churchill.

But this... this is the best.

"I will not answer this question

on the grounds that it is

culturally biased...

against individuals

such as myself."

Actually, for this answer

I'm gonna give him partial credit.

Louanne, you lose your

sense of humor, it's over.

Uh, here. New pictures

of the rug rats.

- Oh, God. People are supposed

to ask first, Griffith.

- Shut up.

Ohh. They look like Maggie.

Thank God.

Oh, I don't know. Harry with his thumb

in his mouth, he kinda looks like me.

Is that his thumb?

I thought that was a cigarette.

- How is Maggie?

- Good.

She wants you to come over

for dinner.

We had some fun times, you and Maggie

and me and... what's his name?

- I remember.

- Yeah.

I remember too. That's why it's

hard for me to come to dinner.

- Seeing anybody?

- No.

How do you do that? You walk around

with a bag over your head?

- No.

- Louanne, it's over six months.

I'm not ready, Hal.

You know, I thought you guys

always stuck together.

What are you sitting here with me for?

You know, he was my best friend,

Louanne. "Was" is the operative word.

He isn't worth your spit.

What was that for?

Just tell Maggie

she's a lucky lady, Griffith.

Yeah, when they made me they

broke the mold. Both of them.

- Good morning, ladies.

- Good morning.

We gotta stop meeting like this.

You sound awful.

I refuse to take

medical advice...

from somebody who eats Cheetos

at 8:
00 in the morning.

Yeah, well, you shouldn't smoke.

Listen to that cough!

You know...

- I'll see you inside.

- You're gonna finish

the cigarette, aren't you?

No, I'm not. Really.

Honest. I swear.

Here! Right here! Yeah!

- Guys are off playin' pool.

- You wanna smoke a cigarette?

- I gave you your money, man. 350 bucks!

- Three-fifty?

What are you talkin' about, homes?

Are you callin' me a liar?

- What, do you think

I'm f***in' stupid?

- Yo, man, no.

Don't get loud, motherf***er!

I'm gonna kick your f***in'

spic ass!

- F*** you, man!

- Jump back, motherf***er!

- Fight! Fight!

- Get back, get back.

- You f***in' pendejo.!

- Okay, okay, okay!

Back off! Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey! Hey! Hey!

- Puto.!

- One of you makes a move,

I will call security!

- Aw, bullshit!

- Big f***in' deal.

- They don't care.

Okay, get to your classes.

Okay. It's all over. Move!

- You are stronger than these two

put together, and you know it!

- Bullshit, man!

- IVato.!

- He wishes, man!

You could all be expelled if I report

this to the office, and you know that.

Okay, if you give me your word

that it ends here, I'll forget it.

Is it over?

Yeah.

How about you?

- Yeah, simn.

- Absolutely.

Okay, I trust you.

Now get to your classes.

See you later, puto.

Catch you later, se.

If you hit those kids,

you'll pay for it. I swear.

Get to your class

and behave yourself.

You shouldn't have done that.

- Oh? Why not?

- 'Cause you just shouldn't

mess with Emilio.

Raul knows that if you make a deal

with Emilio and you f*** up on him,

you get your locker smashed in

with your head.

Everybody knows that.

Well, maybe they'll all have

time to think about it...

before they get to

the locker-smashing stage.

They're gonna fight,

no matter what they tell you.

What do you mean?

When? Now?

Where? Angela! Where?

- Come on, motherf***er!

Come on!

- Get him!

Keep fightin'!

Keep kickin' his ass!

Sh*t! F***!

Ohh!

Oh, sh*t.

- Come on! F***in' come on!

- F*** that!

Sh*t!

Come on, break it up!

Break it up!

- Get the f*** off me!

- Get outta there!

- IPuto.! You motherf***er!

Get back! Now!

Get back! Get back!

All of you! Comin' through!

- Watch your head.

- Kickin', man.

No. Wait a minute. Wait. No, no.

Gimme... G... Just give me a minute.

- You promised!

- Yeah, but we had to,

or we couldn't walk around

with our heads up no more.

We got a reputation to protect.

You a Marine. You understand.

Like, if America didn't stand up

everyone would attack it.

Well, in our neighborhood if you don't

stand up you can't walk down the street,

'cause everyone will attack you,

you know?

Rata, you f***in' puto.

- Man, I cracked that

motherf***er's head, se.

- See you in the f***in'

neighborhood, se.

Okay, I see.

And I made it worse and I made you and

Gusmaro look bad in front of everyone...

by saying that Emilio was

stronger than the both of you.

Yeah, well, you thought

you was helpin' us.

Ma'am, I'm sorry. We really have to go.

I gotta get 'em home.

Nasty cut.

You mind telling me what the fight

was about in the first place?

Yeah.

I really would like to know

what happened. I'm not gonna

make any trouble for you.

- I just wanna know,

was it worth it?

- Yeah, it was worth it.

- Why?

- Because it felt good

hittin' him in the face.

- I got him good, man.

- Yeah, you like to hit people?

Yeah, I like to hit people.

Why?

You feel angry a lot of the time?

So now you're gonna

try and psychologize me?

You're gonna try and figure me out?

I'll help you.

I come from a broken home,

and we're poor. Okay?

I see the same f***in' movies

you do, man.

I would like to help you, Emilio.

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